Bustin' Serves

Sitting four bars deep
With the bass so loud,
I can barley speak,
Inhaling the marijuana leaf,
I laugh as drool hits the cheek,
Fried at my peak,
is this invisibility?
I insist it is do or die
so I drive at 95
and I remind myself what's inside,
police sirens say they are not far away,
Get the fuck out if you don't know the stakes,
either way I am getting paid,
a 6x8 or an eight ball of the highest grade,
I may be bumping and swerving in the streets,
sucking on them sweets,
with cocaine in my nasal cavity,
but these fiends meet me on a routine,
I'm like"whatcha need"?
blink your beams,
let's leave this Walgreen's clean,
That look of greed
all i need to leave a messy scene.